Are my dreams too big, too bright, too bold?
Are my dreams too tiny, too fragile to small?
Are my dreams to help the helpless, the poor the wanting?
Because my dreams are too big, the can't be just a 'something'.
My mind is set, I'm right, I'm focused, and now I'm pure.
And now my mind is ripe as berries and now I'm sure.
My dreams are indeed big, grand and yet strange,
But I am determined and bound to make a change.
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The Bees, The Honey & The Bears
PoetryPOETRY FOR; For the ones bound like the bees, The ones with a soul as everlasting and pure like honey, And the ones with a spirit as determined as a bear.
